Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86

“What the hell? Who’s that guy?”
“Why’s he showing off?”
“Wasn’t he in Class 3 last year?”
The first day of the new school year.
When the homeroom teacher made a joke from the podium, Jang Man-ho stepped forward and delivered a witty comeback.
Then other students in the back began whispering.
Tae-woo observed all of this from one corner of the Classroom.
He understood that everything he saw now existed within Jang Man-ho’s consciousness.
Perhaps that was why.
The faces of the other teachers and students were bland and featureless.
They all moved identically like ordinary people and shifted their shoulders as if breathing, but their faces—like those of egg ghosts—were grotesquely unsettling.
Yet among them, only the facial features of a few students whispering in the back were rendered with precise detail.
But their mouths were split all the way to their cheeks, their teeth pointed like needles, and their eyes had vertically slit pupils like a serpent’s—a horrifying visage.
Screeeeeech—
In an instant, black smoke engulfed the scene again, and the interior of a Bathroom came into view.
In the farthest stall sat Jang Man-ho, looking anguished, with textbooks and papers scattered before him.
And standing in front of the stall were three students with those vicious faces, wearing cruel smiles.
“Hey. Don’t hit his face—hit his stomach. They say it feels better than a punching bag, right? We made him drink water, so it’ll work now.”
“Okay. Got him pinned.”

Thud—

Violence continued.
Jang Man-ho vomited across the textbooks and his uniform.
“Damn it. Puke splattered everywhere.”
The student who threw the punch grimaced with disgust and stomped on Jang Man-ho with his foot.
Screeeeeech—
Black smoke swirled violently once more.
This time it was the Apartment Complex Stairwell.
Jang Man-ho crouched on the stairs, and around him stood those same three students with their vicious expressions.

Thud— Thud— Thud—

The assault continued.
A resident smoking on the stairwell heard the commotion and glanced over, but quickly pretended not to notice and disappeared toward the corridor.
Another resident caught sight of the scene while using the stairwell, turned around, and left in the opposite direction.
They didn’t want to get involved.
But there were some who tried to stop it.
Watching this scene unfold, I discovered one more thing about Jang Man-ho.
The residents who tried to intervene had ordinary faces with distinct features, while those who pretended not to see or fled had grotesque, hideous faces similar to the perpetrators.
In other words, in Jang Man-ho’s consciousness, the perpetrators and the apartment residents who ignored him were perceived as the same kind of being.
And among them was now an eight-year-old girl.
She was the victim of this field—Lim Hye-ji.
I approached the stairwell.
As I swept my arm through the air, the students committing the assault turned into black smoke and vanished.
Before me remained only Jang Man-ho, covered in blood, sitting on the stairwell.
“I understand your anger. You must feel wronged and furious. I think the adults who ignored you are also at fault. But Man-ho, what could an eight-year-old girl have done at this scene? Do you really think your rage should extend to her?”
At my words, Jang Man-ho turned his head to look up the stairwell.
There, clinging to the railing and trembling, was Lim Hye-ji.
The Lim Hye-ji visible here also had a grotesque face, just like the perpetrators and the bystanders.
“Look for yourself. What sin does that girl have to deserve this? Huh?”

“Who cares about my suffering? Who cares about my suffering? Who cares?”

“Then who will care about that girl’s suffering? Aren’t you the adult here?”

“Damn it. Why do I have to endure this alone? Why only me?”

“Get out of that body. Look at that girl’s face properly.”
I spoke.
Then Jang Man-ho slowly turned his head toward Lim Hye-ji.
Remarkably, Lim Hye-ji’s eyes, which had been like a serpent’s, returned to normal, and her grotesquely twisted mouth became an ordinary human mouth again.
She had returned to the face of Lim Hye-ji that I had seen in the photograph.

“Then… I should go to an adult.”

In that instant, Jang Man-ho turned his head sharply toward me and spoke.
“That’s not what I meant—”
Before I could finish, black smoke swirled around us once more.
I found myself back in reality, lying atop the crushed vehicle with its caved-in roof.
I spotted Jang Man-ho’s ghost bursting out from behind Lim Hye-ji, whom I was holding.
The moment I laid the girl down beside me, I leaped onto the roof and caught the fleeing ghost by the nape of his neck.
“You could have found peace if you’d just stayed quiet. Why can’t you let go!”
I cried out and drove my blood-soaked blade deep into Jang Man-ho’s neck.

Szzzzzzzzzzzzz—

Jang Man-ho’s ghost dissolved into black smoke and vanished.
At the same moment, I plummeted to the ground.
“Kim Chief!!”
I heard Ji-seok rushing toward me in a panic.
But I lost consciousness before he could reach me.

* * *

“It’s a mild concussion with contusion symptoms. You fell from the ninth floor onto a vehicle, yet this is the extent of it. You’re fortunate.”
An unfamiliar woman’s voice reached my ears.
I furrowed my brow at the pain coursing through my body and slowly opened my eyes.
Beep—beep—beep—
I was in the Emergency Room.
I was still wearing my formal suit, and my left hand was wrapped in bandages.
“Kim Chief. Are you conscious?”
Ji-seok asked.
I tried to turn my head, but the cervical collar around my neck prevented easy movement.
“You’re awake. We need to take X-rays, so please remove any metal objects—buttons, belts, underwear, anything metal in your pockets.”
The nurse spoke in a flat, businesslike tone.
I turned my gaze toward her, then noticed two police officers standing behind her.
They were staring at Ji-seok and me with bewildered expressions.
“Um, what exactly happened?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. You fell from the ninth floor and survived. It’s a miracle.”
“A miracle. Yes.”
I closed my eyes and sighed.
“Officers, I think you can leave now. We’ll contact you separately if needed.”
Ji-seok said, looking toward the police.
The officers exchanged uncertain glances with Ji-seok, then turned and radioed someone.
After hearing whatever response came through, they gestured to leave and disappeared.
“What about Jang Man-ho?”
“He’s been eliminated. The Settlement Team is deployed now, handling the aftermath.”
“Phew. How long was I unconscious?”
“About thirty minutes?”
“Ugh. Let’s just head home. I’m exhausted.”
“You’re not going to get more tests?”
“No. I think I’ll be fine without them.”
The nurse’s expression shifted to one of surprise at my words.
“The doctor said there doesn’t seem to be any major issues, but he did recommend we at least take some images….”
At the nurse’s words, Ji-seok turned his gaze toward me.
“I’m fine. You know how it is.”
I smiled as I spoke to Ji-seok.
After a moment’s thought, Ji-seok nodded.
“We’ll be going then. Please get the paperwork ready.”
The nurse hesitated, looking worried, then approached and carefully removed the IV needle from my arm.

* * *

As I walked out of the Emergency Room, I still couldn’t maintain my balance properly.
I could walk, but with each step, the sharp pain made me furrow my brow.
“Are you really sure about skipping the imaging?”
“Yes, yes. I think I’ll be fine. It’s just like the day after an intense workout, really.”
Ji-seok spoke with concern in his voice, but I waved my hand dismissively as I replied.
“I’ll give you a day off tomorrow instead. Just rest at home for now. If you need more rest, let me know.”
“Yes, understood.”
Though he was usually blunt, he still seemed worried.
“Young Master!”
Just then, Seung-hun came rushing toward the Emergency Room entrance and called out.
I looked at him in surprise, and Ji-seok spoke.
“I called him. Someone needs to take you home, after all.”
“Ah, yes, yes.”
It suddenly occurred to me that the executives at Guihon Trading might also know Seung-hun.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Seung-hun asked Ji-seok with a worried expression.
“Let him rest at home. We’ll need to monitor him for a while to be sure.”
“Yes, understood.”
Seung-hun answered with precise courtesy and took me into his care.

* * *

On the way home.
I leaned against the back seat of Tae-woo’s car with my eyes closed.
I was trying to relax my body as much as possible to ease the pain.
Seung-hun, watching me, spoke.
“After receiving word that you were in the Emergency Room, I called your Personal Physician to the house. Let’s go get a proper examination.”
At those words, I opened my eyes.
“A Personal… Physician?”
“Yes. A renowned doctor who has been providing personal care since the Founder’s time.”
“Ugh. The Emergency Room said no treatment was necessary. I don’t need another doctor.”
“You can trust and leave it to him.”
Seung-hun smiled as he glanced at the rearview mirror.

By 11 PM, when we arrived home, I could see an elderly man in white clothing waiting.
Judging from his white hair and deep wrinkles, he appeared to be well into his seventies.
“Young Master. It’s been a long time.”
The Personal Physician greeted me as soon as he saw me.
As I blinked, he continued.
“You probably don’t remember me. You were very young when we last met. Let’s go to your room. Everything is prepared.”
The Personal Physician led the way to my room.
With Seung-hun’s support, I followed behind him.
Creak—
As the door opened, a small table was placed beside my bed, and all manner of medical instruments were laid out on it.
Among them were tools used in Western medicine, while others were tools used in Eastern medicine.
“Lie face down here. Remove your clothes except for your underwear.”
At the Personal Physician’s words, Seung-hun helped me undress and then assisted me in lying face down on the bed.
“Breathe slowly and deeply.”
The Personal Physician pressed along my spine from my neck to my pelvis with his hands as he spoke.
As I took deep breaths, he seemed to sense my breathing, closing his eyes and gently caressing the surrounding muscles.
Then massage and acupuncture treatment began.
And not long after, I lost consciousness as if I had been given anesthesia.

* * *

“Gasp!”
I suddenly came to my senses and bolted upright, peering out the window.
Bright sunlight streamed down intensely.
“What?”
Still in my pajamas, I pulled back the blanket and felt around my body.
There was no pain anywhere—I was in remarkably good condition.
However, my left hand was still wrapped in bandages, and it throbbed with sharp pain.
Knock, knock—
At that moment, I heard a knock, and Seung-hun entered.
“Ah. Young Master. You’re awake. They said you’d wake around 11. Right on schedule, as expected.”
He set down a simple breakfast as he spoke.
“Around 11?”
That physician had predicted exactly when I would wake up.
“Who exactly is he?”
“Ah. The one who treated you yesterday? He’s the Founder’s Personal Physician—a renowned doctor skilled in both Western and Eastern medicine. He’s remarkably adept at treating contusions and fractures.”
“Really?”
I stretched my limbs.
Aside from my left hand, I felt no pain whatsoever.
To fall from the ninth floor onto a car roof and recover to this extent was astounding.
“By the way, have you heard any news about the Jinang Apartment?”
I asked.

Guihon Trading: Exorcism Specialists Chapter 86

Author
Cha Woo-Rens
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yoon Tae-ri
Cover
Lee Chi

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